He lay down beside her, and she opened her arms out of habit and lay in his arms.
She was wrapped in his warm breath and sighed with satisfaction, "Well, it's still the most comfortable in my husband's arms."
Song Ling looked at her sideways, with a hint of warmth in his eyes.
Letting her nestle in his arms, he tightened his large hands around her waist slightly and held her in his arms.
The sofa is not spacious, but it is filled with warmth because of the two bodies close to each other.
Liu Zhiyuan felt a little cold in a daze.
"My feet are cold, my calves are cold." Women always have cold hands and feet.
Song Ling's long legs hooked her calves around his legs, warming her with his body temperature.
Soon, she fell asleep sweetly again.
In the middle of the night, she felt dry mouth and lay uncomfortably in his arms, opening her sleepy eyes.
She wanted to quietly get up and pour herself some water, but she just slightly moved away from his arms before being pulled back by his big hand.
His hoarse voice was full of a faint magnetism.
"Where are you going?"
"Pour water," she replied.
"Wait," he said.
soon.
He went to the kitchen and poured her a glass of warm water.
After she drank most of it, she gave him the rest.
"Drink some, dear."
He was not used to getting up in the middle of the night to drink water, but recently he got used to drinking the half glass of water she left.
After drinking, they continued to linger and fell asleep.
That night, Song Li almost stayed awake all night.
She deliberately left a gap in the bedroom door.
In the dead of night, everything around her was quiet, so she could clearly hear the conversation in the living room.
Including Liu Zhiyuan's dependence on him, and his tolerance and concern for her.
In the dark night, she shed two lines of tears and her eyes became complicated.
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